Listening Without Hearing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently speaking, intellect is somehow telling us
what our thoughts are as they are instantly being
formed and interpreted, Never any doubts about
where they are forming and coming about.

Listening without really hearing, still interpreting
them innately somehow, mysterious and intriguing,
touching upon the divine, being right on edges of
it continually.

Concepts and imagination mixing and blending with
imagination and abstracts, standing out in the
atmosphere of an interior universe that I can see
at any time, but what of other people?